This world
Many
The world, splendid
Not the sun, but the smile
The world, dark
Not sin, but institutions
The world is wonderful
Not flowers, but excellent
The world, painful
Not wealth, but new sorrow
The world, excited
Not as desired, but as a competition
The world, happy
Not love, but pursuit
August 28, 2019 at 16:50 PM
Autumn water
many
Turquoise and green, really young,
Spring is in full swing. life
It's all your children...
Speak to you my source,
Speak to you of my majesty,
Put the dream I'm looking for—
The sea, says to you:
No one understands. Look at the harsh winter
Cold, livid faces,
I suddenly lost a circle;
Raised pebbles, remember
My name: Autumn Water
2019.8.29 midnight 00:44
Mountains on the side
Mountains after mountains
On one side of the desk
Wait for me with the footsteps of life
Go to one by one measurement, dialogue and flip over
Years of blood and tears, on the top of the mountains
The convergence is made into dazzling waterfalls
It's both a giving and a calling
Despite the fog, there are gullies
Let yourself lose your way for a while
But I'm the mountains —
That immortal pine
Guard tightly one by one
The intersection of hearts.
The mountain on the tip of the pen, too attractive
When climbing over a mountain
And you can see --
A soul-stirring sunrise
A breeze arrives
Gunsan and my conversation:
You are the mountain
It's the scenery on its own!
September 5, 2019 at 14:31 PM
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